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Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Come Back!

Fame! Fame! Fame!What power lies, in those bequeathed eyesthat sets you on fire,of deceit hurt and lies.What are you panting for,running behind those crooked smilesStinging sunshine or gloomy monsoonswhat pleasure shall you derive from being so perfectwhen all the joys lie, in being perfectly imperfect.And you destroy,every inch of hope, like a ropesaddled between a well and a hillto jump, is to die, to choose oneAnd still smile,why! O why! I hate your disguiseLet go, of it, Now Now!Come back, lets cheat the sun and runinto shades of the Banyan, rest under itclosing eyes, we hunch back, our feet resting in mid airwe talk in resonating silenceThose times call us back,it is never too late,And we are never too big nor small,We are after all, etched into life,Like Cognac in the sherry glass,Lets Celebrate life, being who we are,No pretensions, no faking byCome!Come!Come!Waste no time!